Miles apart

We rushed ahead to board the plane; while mere sight of rain spruced up the windows. I thought next summer we’d return again; the shadows outside left vague innuendo. She came and sat right next to me. Trepidation etched her lovely face; she pursued the path ahead in fear.

I held her hand as to efface; to go by me with wistful grace. Travelers we but roam and rave; between paths and lanes round cacao trees. As such the plane at last did land; she let her heart sigh out with ease. Adventure filled our mind and soul; carried aloft on wings of breeze.